Vol 7 Chapter 95: Wind and clouds

It was almost noon.
An old street in Beijing Zhaofu.
Lao Chen Ji's lamb stew and Baishui sheep's head here are a must in Jingzhao House. It's just that although things are delicious, they have no reputation. Only the native Xi'er, who is born and raised in the local area, extolls them. There are few natural tourists. For non-locals, there is no deep lane. However, Situ Lingfeng came along with ease, just like returning to his hometown for a long time.
Inside the alley on Waijie Street, a tarpaulin that has not been washed for more than ten years is in front of a wine flag. There are several tables outside the shop. It looks like some years, the wood has been red, but it is still wiped. Very clean.
An old peasant-like shop squatted at the door, slamming dry smoke, and never saw the arrival of Situ Lingfeng, but there were still snoring sounds in the small and dark shop.
It seems that the business of the store is really not good, and whether it is the shopkeeper or the buddy, it is very leisurely, without any anxiety.
Situ Lingfeng held the black knife and sat down slowly, knocking on the table. The rustic-looking boss murmured, choked a cigarette bag pot, and shouted in the room, "A customer is eating!"
"Ah? Here, here ..."
There was a panic of tidying, and soon a fat guy came out. It looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but grew up dumb, fat, and one meter tall.
With a tray in his chubby hands, there was a sharp bowl of mutton soup with white foam, a plate of dead noodles, a plate of mutton and a pot of old wine.
This shop is strange. The boss doesn't ask questions. The guests do n’t order, they serve the food when they come, and they eat it when they come.
Situ Lingfeng carefully dipped the foam into small nails and threw it into the hot lamb soup. He poured some peppers and did not rush to eat them. He first clamped a piece of lamb meat and sent it to his mouth.
Chewing slowly and swallowing his belly slowly, Situ Lingfeng sighed. Faintly said, "It's okay, the taste hasn't changed!"
The boss frowned, and the cigarette bag was stuffed with shreds of tobacco. Unexpectedly: "Of course, the taste has not changed. I, Chen Wu, started cooking at the store since I was six years old. Our old Chen family store was uploaded from our ancestors. The taste has remained unchanged for 100 years ... Hereafter, look at you, you should be here for the first time, right? "
Situ Lingfeng took a sip of sheep soup, and Gu Jing's face calmly said, "I've been ..."
"No way! My old Chen's memory is ..."
"It was eighty-three years ago ..."
"Oh, what?" The shop owner widened his eyes.
Situ Lingfeng said: "At that time, your grandfather just opened a shop, and your dad still had a big nose ..."
"Ah? Kekeke ..."
Chen Laowu was startled, and was suddenly struck by the smoke, coughing endlessly.
At this time, the direction of Li Fu in the distance sounded a huge roar. It was Shen Tu Zhenyue and Long Sutton Pearl who struck with a full blow that scared the breathless old Chen with a stunned head, looking distantly, expressing his face in horror: "I am a good boy, old Li The house has been gone all night. Why is there no stop there ... Jingzhaofu hasn't seen so much movement in many years ... "
At the same time, the guys in the shop also got out and looked foolishly into the distance.
Situ Lingfeng didn't look up, as if the things over there had nothing to do with him, and he snorted and ate. At last, I drank the drink with my hand, and drew a simple pattern on the table. Then I took a piece of silver and said coldly, "Checkout!"
The shop owner and the man turned back together. After seeing the pattern on the table, the shop buddy scratched his head and couldn't understand, but the shop owner Chen Laowu was shocked, his eyes showed an unbelievable expression, and he hurried forward, after confirming the pattern. Take out the rag and clean the table, and at the same time you can't help but excited expression, trembled: "It turns out you are old, it turns out you are old ..."
Situ Lingfeng's eyes waved a wave, bowed his head, and asked, "Are you still there?"
"Yes, here ... just behind the room!" Laowu cried almost in excitement, turning and shouting, "Why the stink boy? Why not send the old man to the backyard to meet your old grandfather ..." ... "
"Ah? Hey, hey ..."
The silly boy quickly raised the curtain and greeted Situ Lingfeng into the room.
He couldn't figure it out. The old grandfather who had lived in the backyard for decades had never seen anyone. Why could this person see him? And looking at the appearance of this uncle in his early thirties, it is cool and handsome. Even if his dad is slapstick, he doesn't need to call any old man?
The silly boy didn't understand, but he didn't ask.
As a kid, his father taught him what to say, what not to say, what to ask, and what not to ask.
The two walked through the hall, and finally arrived at the door of an old house. Before the silly boy knocked on the door, the door inside had already squeaked open. An old man with a buddha who appeared to be dead at any time appeared. At the door, watching Situ Lingfeng look excited ...
The old man was afraid of being a hundred years old. When he saw Situ Lingfeng, he was emotional and could not help himself. He tolerated his mood and waved to the chubby man: "Go, go, there is nothing wrong with you here!"
After the guy walked away somehow, the old man would kneel on the ground, excited: "Small ... Young Master ... You are finally here ... Situ Mingqing met the owner!"
The old man whom Situ Lingfeng had not contacted for sixty years still couldn't think of his identity. Situ Lingfeng's apology increased greatly and he took a step forward to support the old man while whispering: "Six uncles ... I'm here ... ... for these years, it's hard for you ... "
"It's not difficult, it's not difficult ... As long as the young master remembers Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu will be happy!" The old man turned out to be Situ Mingqing, the secret master of the previous generation of Situ, and Situ Mingyu, the uncle brother of the previous generation. Since 100 years ago, as Situ Mingyu's right hand, Situ Mingqing was appointed as the leader of the hidden guard, hosting orphans from all over the mainland, and secretly cultivating faithful dead men for Situ's family.
Situ Mingyu's ambition is not small, even the secretly cultivated forces don't even know that Dongfang Manqing, but the young man died early, causing his ambition to extinguish. Originally after Situ Lingfeng's succession, Situ Mingqing's mind revived, but he did not expect The young master handed the family over in a few words. Dongfang Manqing became the master of the Situ family. As the old Situ family's old man, Situ Mingqing naturally would not obey the people of the East family, so he secretly dormant and continued secretly. Cultivate the dead men of Situ's family, and wait for some of the descendants of Situ's family to regain the position of owner.
This is sixty years, waiting for Situ Lingfeng for sixty years. Until today, Situ Lingfeng only appeared.
boom!
A loud noise shocked the city again.
Situ Mingqing's old eyes shone brightly, and he said in a deep voice, "The young master is here, but he wants me to wait for a shot? Hey, young master hasn't been asked in these years, but he hasn't carried any of them. There are 2,000 people that can be used, but there are only 20 congenital masters, all of whom are arranged in the rivers and lakes, with anonymity ... "
Situ Lingfeng smiled at a rare sight, remembering the fat boy who just entered the door, and nodded his head: "The young man just now is good, he is the youngest at his young age. It seems that Uncle Liu is really hard."
"That little fat man? Hehe ..." Situ Mingqing smiled proudly, "It is my close disciple, the only son of Chen Laowu outside. Although he is greedy, he is very talented in internal practice. . "
Situ Lingfeng nodded, and didn't say more, and said directly: "We will discuss this afterwards ... help me do something else today ..."
"The young master ordered!" Situ Mingqing said confidently: "On qualifications, our people have been rooted in Beijing for several decades. Some things may not be found by the Eagle King and Sanji, but they cannot escape our eyes."
Situ Lingfeng nodded his head. It is because of this that he came here, Shen said, "I want to know, if the masters of Fengyi Pavilion avoid the people of the Eagle King, where will they hide ..."
Situ Mingqing wondered: "They are not ..."
Situ Lingfeng said in a deep voice: "Feng Yige's plots are mostly from Tianji Pavilion. The old guy is here, and I must be included in it. Now I come forward, but it falls into their calculations. I don't care about showing up. ... help me find out ... "
Situ Mingqing immediately realized that he was awakening and said, "Let's wait for a while ..."
Ye Qingxuan struggled to catch up with the "green-faced ghost" Yan Sheng, and his anger was unstoppable. Although he knew that this was part of the enemy's conspiracy, he could not stop and chase!
"Green-faced ghost" Yan Sheng did a good job, Ye Qingxuan hurried to catch up. Although he was getting closer, he had also crossed over half of Beijing Zhaozhao Mansion. Zhan Yu and Yin Ying had disappeared behind him, but the coffin was carried. Yan Sheng has also reached the limit of the human body, and the amount of radon consumption is too dare to imagine. Now even if he is put down the coffin, there is no capital for confrontation.
But even so, he still rushed forward, released the Buddha a little further to see the dawn of the dawn, and tried his best to reach a certain destination.
Ye Qingxuan gave a cold hum. Naturally, knowing that Yan Sheng was going out, other masters of Xuesha were indispensable. If he wanted to ambush, he must stop Yan Sheng before the opponent's predetermined ambush point.
Seeing that there was a large area of ​​more than 200 houses in the residential area ~ EbookFREE.me ~ In order to avoid causing serious casualties, Ye Qingxuan bit his teeth several times as much as the previous radon consumption, plus consumption all the way, instant radon It's gone halfway, but the speed rose sharply, but it was behind Yan Sheng instantly, and he stretched out his hand and dragged it across the distance of three feet.
Hum!
Yan Sheng suddenly felt that his body was hit by a strong attack, and the body flew uncontrollably backwards, knowing that Ye Qingxuan had already shot, and the spirit of the spirit was scattered, he concentrated his whole body power on the coffin, and forced it to one side, but his body condensed to the end Take a breath and roll away to the other side!
Hey, hey!
Two beeps, the roof where Yan Sheng was standing was suddenly penetrated by two sword air holes through the big fist hole, and he almost shot at him.
Oh drop obediently!
Yan Sheng was so cold that he felt lucky.
Ye Qingxuan gave a cold hum, abandoned Yan Sheng, and rushed towards the falling coffin ... (to be continued.) Mobile users please visit m.piaotian
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